A Saturday spent by the Hangang River in Seoul with friends from my school. We walked by the river, ate some fried chicken, and listened to music.
We've been here almost three weeks. And you know what, it's sort of starting to feel like home. We know where to get groceries, how to hail a taxi, how to properly dispose of garbage (Korea has the most bizarrely complex system!) and I'm slowly getting the hang of those darn chopsticks (yes, 25 years old and inept with chopsticks. The kindergarten students at my school are continually showing me up!).
The paperwork is all in order for our Korean bank account AND we're getting cellphones. This is our life, not a vacation. I can hardly believe it.
I'm thankful everyday that Mike is here with me. He's my built in support system, chief navigator, and keeper of the tidiest apartment in all the land - I'm lucky and I know it.